To be- or not to be- right now that translates to hide or die. True it was not in iambic pentameter, but it was of course, of no consequence. Who he was hiding from did not care for literature, merely blood on his knife.

It wasn’t even Halloween, or any other black day of the calendar. It was merely a fun night gone wrong in 1984. The high school students had just wanted to drink and smoke behin...